Thinking about shoulder pads

I miss being a teenager and walking into a Goodwill with $15 and leaving with an enormous armful of clothes. I miss buying floral rompers from the 80s and ripping the shoulder pads out. I miss trying on the most ridiculous + hideous items in the dressing room just for a laugh. I miss going to school the next day wearing the thrifted nightgowns and truly massive oversized cardigans and ratty suede oxfords. I miss sitting in the parking lot and shivering while reading Nietzsche and waiting for my crush to leave campus in his red car with a Big Lebowski bumper sticker so I could make moony googly eyes at him and wait to be noticed. Now I live in a world where sometimes the sky is red and I haven’t seen anyone’s face in a year.